Light Between the Lines

I kept the little bruises in a pocket full of light

Walked through crowded afternoons and learned to hold on tight

Every missed connection, every door that wouldn't stay

Taught my how to find the silver in the grey

Saw piano and hallway, your name in the air

Fingerpicks, memories of the times you were there

We were never perfect, but we were honest in the storm

And that kind, broken beauty kept me warm

So I'm grateful for the rain, grateful for the fire

For the hands that lifted me higher and higher

Bittersweet, but I can see the sky again

Every scar, a little star, every ending just a bend

I'm still here, I'm still moving to the night

With a hopeful heart and a pulse of life

Building drums like footsteps, carrying me on

Warm unsent paths like blown is singing me a song

Swelling strings around the ache I couldn't name

Turning all the losing into some fun I could claim

So I'm grateful for the rain, grateful for the pyre

For the hands that lifted me higher and higher

Bittersweet, but I can see the sky again

Every scar a little star, every ending just a bend

I'm still here, I'm still moving through the night

With a hopeful heart and a pulse of light

If I tremble, I may tremble like a seed in the ground

Waiting for the morning to come around

What was heavy now is learning how to sing

I can hear the future in the opening of wings

So I'm grateful for the rain

Grateful for the fire

For the hands that lifted me higher

And high or bittersweet

But I can see the sky again

Every scar a little star

Every ending just a bend

I'm still here

I'm still moving through the night

With a hopeful heart and a pulse of light

With a hopeful heart

I'm stepping into dawn